Page 52 of Fire Fight

My eyelids grow heavy, throat pulling tighter as my stroke lengthens, increasing in speed as I get closer.

At the last moment, I adjust the material, covering the head of my cock as spurts of cum spill into the waiting fabric, staining them darker with my seed, continuing to pump until I’ve collected every drop, then rocking back on my heels, limbs heavy with satisfaction.

And I can’t resist scooping my finger through and rubbing it across her lips, going back for more to slather across her tongue when her mouth falls open, watching as she licks her lips, swallowing part of me deep inside.

“You enjoy it, Cadence? Do I taste as good to you as you taste to me?”

Her eyelashes flutter but there’s no other sign she hears me. I rub my thumb across her lip, rubbing part of me into her soft skin.

“Next time, you can swallow my cum straight from my cock. Would you like that? Or you can spread those gorgeous legs, and I’ll shoot it deep inside your sweet little virgin cunt.”

Another dull throb hits my balls, only my recent release keeping the temptation at bay as I climb off the bed and adjust my clothing, tossing the stained panties into her hamper. After a short internal battle, I fasten her undone buttons, briefly stroking her cheek with my knuckles, running my hand over her arm.

Then I leave her room the same way I entered, re-engaging the window locks when I’m back in my room. I wipe all trace of what happened tonight from the security footage and move it to a secret folder for my eyes only.

As I lay back on the bed, every frame of this evening runs again through my mind, letting me relive every pleasure.

The stealthy assignation satisfied me tonight, but I want more.

More of her asleep. More of her awake.

It will be a different pleasure, watching her consciously fight her desire, pretending her physical reactions don’t exist because she can’t reconcile them with logic any more than I can.

A version of the same game I played earlier tonight but on steroids. Each calculated touch wearing down her resistance until her body clamours for what she refuses to let it have, ultimately capitulating.

I would have far easier access to influence her in the right direction if I hadn’t scared her from my car and that thought leads to another.

Our neighbour is still a problem.

I had hoped he would withdraw once Gretchen made it known Cadence was persona non grata. It’s not like Hudson’s popular; most times, he only gets invited as the mate of a mate, snuffling on the ground for the crumbs of her friendship.

Cadence has proved to be more important to him than I thought.

The sooner I free her from his clutches, the better.

CADENCE

I wake before my alarm the next morning, feeling unbelievably good. The grogginess that settles over me when I take the pills is absent, and there’s a tingling sensation in my lower stomach, the aftereffects of a sexy dream.

When I roll onto my back, the sensations cascade over me in a wash of wellbeing.

The image of Drake above me, the weight of him pressing against me, is so distinct it feels real. Like it was his hands and mouth on me instead of a random set of neurons firing, hallucinating him into my dreams.

The compelling memories set a pulse throbbing between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together and it instantly grows worse. With a tick of irritation, I press the heel of my hand against the offending spot, sending a dizzying wave of sensation spiralling across my skin.

Goddammit.

I dislike touching myself. The slow buildup is never worth the quick spasms of release; always leaving me disappointed, sweaty, and ashamed.

But as my thighs clench, seemingly of their own accord, I lick my finger, slipping it inside my folds, unleashing a burst of sensation outpacing previous attempts as I fall into a rhythmic stroke.

My nipples were already tight and harden further as my free hand explores, pulling at the peaks, then, when it barely registers, pinching them.

An experiment that sends a jolt of electric arousal straight to my pussy, knees drawing up at the overload, then slowly straightening until the next time I pinch. And the next.

Desire has never made my body heavy like it is right now, limbs slow, reluctant to move.

Another few minutes and my body melts into the mattress, skin blossoming with warmth.

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